The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1887-07-08

he should soon see great deal more OF him
than he liked "Just like pack Of girls rum
ming after new doll" he growled; "well,
there is one thing, you will soon be tired Of
hearing him squeak
As the services went on the aisles of the
great church grew dim, except where the set
ting sun shot crimson shaft through thu
west window, which wandered from spot TO
gpot md face TO face and made them glorious.
When IL came 10 the hymn before the sermon
Eva could scarcely see 10 read, and with the
exception Of the crimson pencil Of sunlight
that came through the head of Virgin Mnry,
and wavercd rcstlessly about, and tho strong
glow of the lights upon the pulpit the church
was almost dark.
When the new clergyman, Mr. Plowden,
ascended the steps Of the ancient pulpit and
gave out his text, Eva looked at him in com
mon with the rest Of the congregation. Mr..
Plowden was n large man Of a somewhat
numbering make. His head, too, was large,
and covered with masses Of rather coarse
textured black hair. The forehead was
prominent, and gave signs Of intellectual
power; the eyebrows thick and strongly
marked and in curious contrast TO the cold,
light gray eyes that played increasingly
beneath them. All the lower part of the
face, which, to Judge from the purple hue
of the skin, nature had intended should be
plentifully clothed with hair, was clean
shaven, and revealed large jaw, square
chin and pair of thick lips Altogether
Mr. Plowden was considered n fine man,
and his face was generally spoken 6 as
striking" Perhaps the most curious thing
about it, however, was a species of varicose
vein on the forehead, which was generally
quite unnoticeable, but whenever he was
or, stool QhpUp tho
level of the skin in the form of perfect
cross. 1t was thus visible when Eva looked
at him, and it struck her us being an un-
pleasant mark TO have OH ones forehead.
She turned her eyes way-the man did not
please her fastidous taste-and listened for
his voice. Presently il came; it was power
full and even musical, but coarse.
ale is not gentleman" thought Eva
to herself and then dismissing him and his
sermon, too, from her mind, she leaned back
against the poppy head at the end of the pew.
half closed her eyes, and let her thoughts
wander in the way that thoughts have the
power to do in church Far across the sea
they flew, to where great vessel laboring
In heavy gale was plowing her sturdy way
along-to where young man stood clinging
TO the iron stanchions, and gazed oubtnto the
darkness with sorrow in his eyes.
Wonderfully soft and tender grew her
beautiful face as the vision passed before hep
soul, the ripe lips quivered and there was a
world of love in the half opened eyes. And
just then the wandering patch of glory per-
ceiving her, settled on hes like butterfly
upon flower, and for while wandered no
longer.
Suddenly she became aware of moment
ary pause in the even flow of the clergymans
eloquence, and waking from her reverie,
glanced up at the spot of light surrounding
him, and as she did so it struck her that she
herself was Illuminated with a more beautiful
light-that he and she alone were distinguish
able out of all the people beneath that roof.
The same thought had evidently struck Mr..
Plowden, for he was gazing intently at her
Instinctively she drew back into the
| shadow, and Mr. Plowden went on with his
| sermon. But he had driven away poor Eva's
vision; there only remained of it the sad, re-
| proachful look of those dark eyes.
Outside the church Dorothy found Jeremy
waiting to escort her home They all went
| together as far as the cottage. When they
| got clear of the crowd Florence spoke.
"What n good looking man Mr.. Plowden
is, and how well he Preachedm
| IL did not like him much" said Dorothy.
| "What do you think of him, Eva'" asked
| Florence.
az Oh, do not know, / do not think he
| is gentleman
II am sure that he is not" put in Jeremy
~ saw him by the postofiice this afternoon
| He is cad"
"Rather u sweeping remark that, is it not
Mr.. Jonesl" said Florence.
II don't know if it is sweeping or not,
answered Jeremy, sententiously, "but l an
| sure that it is true"
Then they said good night and went theil
| TO